The Vocabulary of Agnus.

Tuesday Salutations to you all! Look at that, a post less than a week after the last! And during finals week, not to mention! You all are spoiled ;) I should start this off by stating that it is 1:33 in the afternoon and I have not showered nor changed out of my pajamas nor gotten off the couch. I wish I could say I'm enjoying a lazy lounging day...but alas, I have been studying for finals. Mine are in the very last time slots of Friday and Saturday, so as you can imagine it has been very difficult not to procrastinate. I'm also going to have the apartment to myself over the weekend, which means throwing a DEEP CLEANING PARTY!!!...with me myself and I.

I apologize if this post is a bit of a doozy. An unexpected event occured that I thought you might get a kick out of.

A box of Safeway brownies have found their way to my line of sight on the coffee table next to me. And I'm eating them like its my day job. How did they get there, you may ask? Well, its a story. It all started yesterday as I was leaving class...

I had already spent the morning irritated that I had to drive around the parking structure for 23 minutes; which, by the way, forced me to park in a compact-only spot. I was happy to have finally found a free space, but not so happy when I rammed my front bumper into a pole in an effort to squeeze into a space my car was much to small for. Sigh. Anyways, after class I was hungry and more than ready to go home. Eric told me he woke up sick, so I decided to delay my lunch and be a nice girlfriend, bringing him tissues and make him lunch. I mention this, because he asked me if I could drop off a form on campus for him. No biggie, I thought. It will take 5 minutes, I thought. Because of my wrong thinking, I parked at a meter parking spot and gave myself 20 minutes. I rummaged around my backseat to get the darn form, closed the door, and went on my merry way. Crap. I stopped in my tracks. I had locked my keys in my car. Being the prime peice of alumminum that he is, Wuzzy's doors lock manually. I had set my keys down (to grab the darn form), and locked the doors too early. Whoooopsies.

Of course I didn't know what to do, so I called the Faj. Thankfully I had taken my wallet and phone out of the car so I was able to call StateFarm. A lovely lady named Susan assured me that someone would be there in 30 minutes. I was hoping to leave for a bit to get some food and kill time-but wait! The ticking of the meter reminded me that I had 7 minutes left. And I was NOT about to get a ticket on TOP of the key situation. So there I sat, cursing Eric's darn form, for 30 minutes. Then 40 minutes. Then 50. Finally after an hour, he calls saying he'll "be there in 10".....bear in mind, I have not eaten since breakfast and it is past 4 oclock. Mama Bear is not happy. 15 minutes later, he calls me; "Where are you? I don't see you"; as it turns out, he was in the completely wrong parking lot. I re-directed him to find me, and next thing I know a crumby Honda civic pulls up with the words "Road Side Assistance" written on its door with window paint. Out walks a tough Mexican with tattoos and some jenky looking tools in his hands. Within 2 seconds my door was unlocked and off he went. The whole thing was just sketch. But in the end, I retrieved Wuzzy's keys and yes; finally ate lunch.

Back to the brownies. In my grumpy-state I may or may have not blamed Eric for the car situation; "If you hadn't made me turn in your form this never would have happened!!!" Ahh, aren't girlfriends just the best? So how does Eric respond? He pulls his sick self out of bed and shows up at my apartment with flowers and BROWNIES. (And strawberries. I was kinda most excited about that). Nani recently questioned our relationship, as in my last post I didn't bring Mr E up until "the seventh paragraph". Here ya go, Nans; he has bumped up to paragraph 4! And he is as sweet as ever!

So that was yesterday. Oh right, and it was finals week AND St. Patricks Day. I'm Irish!! I experienced no luck whatsoever!! Maybe its because the only green I was wearing was a necklace...

Alright Alright, now on to what I promised; the infamous tales of my Design professor. We'll call her Agnus, just to be safe. Like I said, I have collected some of the things she has said and crammed them into the margin of my notes during class. Enjoy some of Agnus's made of vocabulary:

-Witholden (this might be a word...it just sounded strange)
-Engine-it-y (supposed to be "Ingenuity")
-Ingeniousity
-Flying Buttress (okay, this was just some architecture thing...but I thought it'd be a pretty killer band name.)
-Pantheonistic
-Or some combination thereof.
-This was good for the horses, much less cut off their air supply.
-Where the metal meets the road (pretty sure thats not the phrase)
-My order's too quickly done for being in a different order....(huh?)
-Intelligentable
-I want to spend a couple of times talking about this. (said twice in the quarter)
-Its a work in process.
-I looked today and they didn't weren't there.
-Fanciful idea.
-I'm sorry guys, I just don't know enough about this topic.
-Watch the whole process from start to scratch. (my personal fave)
- Volume-us (supposed to be "voluminious")
-This machine is super more powerful.
...And the grand finale for the quarter; "I don't know how to say that". Story of your life, Agnus.